The black silk waved the surging tide, and the unbreakable water was separated into two sections by the void, and fell back into the sea with a whimper;

"Water and fire are incompatible, life and death are ruthless, water and fire cannot coexist, in its way, but also in its secret. ”

"Water is invisible, fire is invisible, formless and invisible, and only mutual extinguishment is possible. ”

"It's common sense, but"

The surrounding wires of fire were permeated, and streams of water flowed through the flames, as if they were transparent to each other. Thirteen Lang seemed to have no weight, flowing along the fire wire, refracting, until he stepped on the fire, went upstream, and shook three hundred zhang.

It's not a step, it's not a teleportation, it's a walk with the fire, where there is fire, there is a road, and where there is fire, there is guidance.

After 60 years of fire, penance and hard work, under heavy pressure, the Golden Crow Escape Law began to take shape.

Stepping out of the ocean, facing the sluggish face of Monk Fubo, Thirteen Lang said gently, "It's wrong. ”

Monk Fubo's face was like ashes, and he asked blankly, "Weishenme?"

Shisanlang casually summoned a ball of water, and the fire inside the ball was vertical and horizontal, like a net that divided the space.

"What is this?"

"What the hell is this?"

"This is water, it is fire, it is life and it is also extinguishment, and life and death coexist but do not touch, which is chaos. ”

"What is Chaos?"

"Chaos is a very complicated thing. ”

Thirteen Lang looked emotional and said, "Is there a gap in the water?"

Brother Fubo shook his head and said seriously: "There is no gap in the water, and there is no trace of moisturizing things. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "There is no gap in the water. Why can the stone pass?"

Brother Fubo replied, "The water has no gaps and is invisible, and the water is light and heavy. So I can get by. ”

"Will the water be cloudy?"

"There's dust blending in. ”

"Is dust a stone?"

"Yes, but it's too small, too light. ”

"What is big, what is small, how heavy is heavy, what is really light?"

"This one needs to be compared"

"A cloud of muddy water. No matter how small a drop is taken out, it is still muddy water. Isn't that right?"

"Yes. ”

"It's better to put it another way, relative is absolute, and it is the only absolute!"

Thinking of the sages, Shisanlang sighed again and said: "Stone is always heavier than water, and there is no absolute small in the world. The dust is small, but it is heavier than water of its size, and even so, it cannot sink?"

Sweat oozed from Brother Fubo's forehead, and he struggled and said, "Yes." Not the water to clarify"

Thirteen Lang shook his head slightly, his eyes showed a little pity, and said slowly: "Clarification is just a appearance, no matter how clear the water is, there are debris, which can be dust, living beings, and even fish. ”

Brother Fubo's expression was gloomy, and he opened his mouth several times, but could not say a word of rebuttal.

Jusanro sighed softly. He said: "Water has gaps and is invisible, fire is the largest and smallest, there are gaps, there is no form, and there is no weight, and it meets the water with gaps and shapelessness. Why can't we be compatible?"

The five fingers closed lightly, and the ball of water that was pinched in his hand floated away, leaving a fire in its place. That feeling. It's as if what Jusan Lang is holding is not an invisible fire, but a sponge that is soaked and can be kneaded. What it does is squeeze the water out of the sponge.

Like a miracle.

Looking at the little droplets of water seeping out of the fireball, Brother Fubo was completely stunned. The expression is obsessed. At this time, in his eyes, the scarlet meaning seemed to be suppressed by some kind of liliang, and he struggled like a mad murderer.

With each impact, Brother Fubo's body trembled violently, and with each counterattack, his face became even paler, and then he rushed back as if he couldn't let go of his obsession, covering up the scarlet meaning.

Any monk who specializes in one must have an obsession and concentration in his heart, without which he will not be able to achieve anything. At this moment, Brother Fubo is like an old scholar, who has discovered the opportunity he has been seeking at the juncture of his life, and has temporarily suppressed the occupation of the puppet seed and regained his sanity.

Don't think that this will be liberating, as soon as he wakes up from his thoughts, or understands the truth, his mind, which he has finally recovered, will instantly collapse and fall into a deeper loss than before. At that time, its supernatural power will be further enhanced by its perception, and its strength will rise sharply. In other words, what Thirteen Lang is doing at this time is waiting to help his opponent, for fear that he will not be strong enough.

Mr. Thirteen, who is good at scheming, can't be so stupid, what is the truth?

"The way of birth and destruction, the way of birth and destruction, this is the beginning, or part of chaos. ”

Monk Fubo was by his side, and Thirteen Lang could easily kill him, or seal him as a prisoner. But he seemed to have forgotten all about it, and was as immersed in thought as a monk of Fubo, muttering to himself.

"It could also be a hoax. ”

"Scams, how can it be scams!"

When Brother Fubo heard this, he shouted angrily: "The facts are in front of you, how can it be a scam!"

Thirteen Lang looked at him, his eyebrows flickered, and he responded: "What you see may not be true." ”

A drop of water seeped out of the flames, and before it could leave, it was swept back by the tongue of fire, and it turned into nothingness in an instant. Brother Fubo was stunned, and the scarlet intent in his eyes suddenly rose, and it looked no different from the tyrannical flame.

"What are you doing? weishenme want to do this?weishenme, weishenme!"

Brother Fubo pounced on him like a madman, completely forgetting who was standing in front of him, grabbed the hem of Shisanro's clothes and shook it desperately, crying out, "weishenme, weishenme don't let it flow?"

Shisanro gently broke his hand and replied, "It's not that I won't let it, it's that it can't flow." ”

"Impossible, this impossible!" Brother Fubo pounced on again and roared angrily, "There is a gap in the water, there is a gap in the fire, and the weishenme will not be able to flow?"

At this time, he completely lost his mind, like a child who had been robbed of a toy, howling and crying. Roaring and roaring.

"Just now I saw it flow away, and now weishenme can't! It's you. It must be you! It's you, it's you! It must be you who won't let it go. You bastard, you"

"It's not me, you're wrong. ”

The light on Thirteen Lang's eyebrows became worse, reflecting the scarlet in Brother Fubo's eyes like a mirror, and he said calmly, "You have a problem with your eyes, and you can't see things clearly. ”

As he spoke, a ball of water flew out of nowhere, and it passed through the fire like infiltration, as if it was pulled by something and suddenly stopped.

The water droplets are steamed dry again. Burned into nothingness.

One moment it was full of flowers, and the next moment the space collapsed, and the whole shijie was dim and sunk, without a trace of color. Brother Fubo was first happy, and then in shock, in pain, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After the blood, he lost his voice, and the monk Fubo was mourned: "I was wrong, I really saw it wrong? Fire can't pass through water?"

Shisanlang said lightly: "Well, you are wrong. There is no such thing in the world. ”

Brother Fubo's hands trembled, and he said, "What should I do? If the water doesn't flow, what should I do? How should I go?"

Thirteen Lang said indifferently: "There is no way out"

"You lied to me! You lied to me. Brother Fubo suddenly fell into a frenzy again, and pounced on him and shouted, "You have been cheating"

Thirteen Lang groaned and said, "Unless"

"Unless what, unless what?" cried out to Brother Fubo with joy, and cried out like a madman, "what needs to be done? Hurry up and tell me!"

A flash of sharpness flashed in Shisanlang's eyes, and he said, "You want to see it clearly?"

Brother Fubo nodded desperately.

Jusan Lang said, "The price can be very high. ”

Brother Fubo continued to nod. Faster, and harder. Jiang Fan didn't know when he came to his side. He gestured to Thirteen Lang and sent out a divine thought.

Thirteen Lang didn't look away, raised the flame in his hand, and said into the eyes of Brother Fubo: "There is ash in your eyes, I will send it into your eyes so that you can see clearly, okay?"

Monk Fubo was stunned for a moment, a little hesitant.

Thirteen Lang withdrew his hand and said lightly: "If you don't want to see it, forget it." ”

Brother Fubo was shocked, grabbed Thirteen Lang's hand, stopped talking, and only nodded desperately.

Shisanlang sighed softly and said, "Look at me carefully, concentrate, and don't be distracted." ”

He didn't need to be reminded that for such a long time, Brother Fubo didn't blink at all, and he didn't dare to move even though he was in tears. He couldn't see it himself, but his eyes were as red as the flame in Thirteen's hands, and the tears that flowed out were as thick as paint mixed with mud. With each passing moment, Brother Fubo's vision became more blurred, and the more he did this, the more he dared not be distracted, and the more he tried to keep his eyes open.

On the opposite side, Thirteen Lang looked indifferent, his eyes were solemn, and he said slowly: "Look here, see the hands!"

There was a broken drink, two muffled snorts, and a terrible scream in between, and when it settled, another angry roar was heard in his ears, and there was an irrepressible laugh and a long roar.

"Good, good, good!"

"No wonder the second senior sister said that Thirteen Lang can't be taken lightly, which really surprised this seat!"

In the air, Shisanlang turned around slowly, his eyes were full of tiredness, his expression was cold and calm, and his right palm held two bloody eyes, which were bouncing like insects. Behind him, Jiang Fan clasped the Fubo Monk Heavenly Spirit with his left hand, and pointed his right index finger at the center of his eyebrows, and the black silk in the middle was instilled like a traction, firmly connected. Brother Fubo's face twitched, as if in unimaginable pain, but he did not fall or struggle.

Opposite the three of them, a long-haired young man floated up slowly, with admiration written on all three sides, and said with his fingers raised: "Not only did you force this seat like this, but you even broke the puppet technique of the eight sons working together and getting the guidance of the master, which is amazing, really amazing." ”

Shisanlang didn't respond directly, he looked down at the two desperately flicking eyes, and his five fingers lightly closed to nirvana, and then ignited it into nothingness.

"I've said a long time ago that it's not a big deal under the Mountain Monarch's door. ”

Looking up at the three faces of the third son, Shisanlang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are also very powerful, more powerful than I thought." ”

"Of course, I'm looking at you like an ant now. The third son shook his body at will, which was no different from ordinary people, and his gestures brought out the circle of ripples, as if he could open the sky and split stones.

"It's a great feeling of strength. ”

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(To be continued......)